I ordered an incubus online, but when the package arrived, there were two of them. One was gentle and obedient, the other was hot-tempered and unpredictable.

I immediately messaged customer service to ask if they'd sent the wrong one—I had only ordered the gentle kind.

The reply came cheerfully. "Congratulations, you've unlocked the hidden variant! This model is a bit special—buy one, get one free!"

Wait… what?

I remembered hearing people say that raising an incubus is like raising a puppy, only better—they keep you warm at night and don't shed. Well, if that's true, whether I had one or two made no difference.

So I ended up paying the price of one and getting two—what a steal!

Or so I thought… until I went to feed them. That's when I realized I was the cookie in the middle of a sandwich. Apparently, "keeping me warm at night" was a strenuous activity.

I was born with a naturally cold constitution. No matter how many blankets I pile on in winter, my hands and feet stay icy all night long.

Lately, incubi have become wildly popular online. They look human, have puppy-like personalities, can do housework, and—most importantly—can warm your bed.

With winter fast approaching, I decided to buy one and give it a try.

But incubi aren't like ordinary products. They're living beings. Once you buy one, you're responsible for it for life—you can't just use it and toss it aside. You have to take responsibility for a life.

So I was careful. Before making a purchase, I did plenty of research online and read the comments online.

[Raising an incubus is just like raising a puppy! As long as you spend time with him and treat him well, he'll be devoted to you forever!]

[Incubi are clingy and loyal like dogs—just wave your hand, and he'll come running, tail wagging. Isn't that way better than a boyfriend?]

[Ladies, just go for it with your eyes closed! I bought one, and I'm here to report back! As long as you keep your incubus well fed, you can have him do anything! The experience is AMAZING!]

[Friendly reminder: ladies with weaker bodies shouldn't buy high-powered incubi—you won't be able to handle it!]

[Agreed! Incubi have way too much stamina. I was young and ignorant and bought the enhanced plus version. I've been lying in bed for two days now, and I've finally learned my lesson.]

I was a little confused. High stamina… does that mean incubi, like dogs, need to be taken out for walks?

I kept scrolling.

[Incubi come in many personalities—passionate, aloof, sunny, gloomy, steady, sharp-tongued… You must choose one that suits you!]

[And returns and exchanges are a nightmare! Many incubi are non-refundable once signed for!]

After reading all these user reviews, I had a pretty good idea of what I was getting into.

Still, my budget was limited. I waited several days before finally catching a shop online offering a massive discount.

I checked their storefront, but there were so many incubus posters I couldn't decide.

So I messaged customer service: [Hello, I'm looking for a gentle incubus who can warm my bed.]

I'd heard incubi tend to have higher body temperatures—perfect for warming my hands and feet. Besides, what if a succubus also suffered from cold intolerance?

Customer service replied: [Hello!]

A moment later, they sent over an incubus poster.

[Based on your needs, I recommend this one. This incubus will give you the ultimate tenderness and let you experience blissful pleasure every single night.]

That slogan was a little too dramatic, wasn't it?

[The one you're interested in is a flash-sale item—what great taste you have!]

Seeing that it was marked down by a full ninety percent made me hesitate.

Such a steep discount… could it be fake?

In the brief two minutes I hesitated, customer service seemed to read my mind.

[Hurry and place your order! All our incubi are quality guaranteed and in excellent health. And this discount is for today only! Once you miss it, it's gone! If you like it, place your order quickly.]

After that, they sent me a video of the incubus.

He sat neatly in place, his animal ears twitching slightly. His tea-colored eyes gazed quietly into the camera, as if saying, "Take me home, Master."

He was unbelievably well-behaved.

I fell for him at first glance.

Me: [Is this authentic? Is there any difference between the video and the real one?]

Customer Service: [Guaranteed authentic—no color discrepancies at all. The incubus in the video is the actual one. Every incubus in our shop has a unique size, personality, and build. Take him out, and you're guaranteed not to run into the same model!]

That was reassuring.

Me: [Does he need to be taken out… for walks?]

Customer Service: [No. But of course, if you do have that need, we can include a leash and collar as a free gift.]

Me: [Okay.]

Just in case he really did have too much energy and needed walking, a leash would be good to have on hand.

With no further questions, I paid and placed the order for the gentle, well-behaved incubus.

Right after checkout, a notice popped up: [Shop Owner's Note: Discounted items are non-refundable once signed for.]

That didn't bother me. The discount was already massive—no returns was understandable. Besides, I'd seen the exact incubus in the video.

Two days later, on the weekend, while I was sleeping in at home, the delivery notification finally came through.

I opened the door with excitement.

Standing outside was the very same incubus from the video. He had white, pointed ears and a long, slender tail tipped with a small heart.

His tea-colored eyes were clear and bright, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze. His features were delicate, his skin fair, and his entire presence radiated a warm, refined elegance.

"Master," he said softly, dipping his head. His heart-tipped tail pressed into my hand in a gesture of submission.

That was when I noticed another incubus standing behind him, wearing a sour expression.

Huh? Why was there another one?

I thought someone else's package had been delivered by mistake. But then the dark-skinned incubus looked at me and called out as well, "Master."

I was too shocked to speak.

I received two incubi? Were they both mine?

Before I knew it, I was holding a heart-tipped tail in each hand.

The white-eared incubus spoke gently, "If Master has no objections, we'll be forming the contract now."

Wait—hold on—

A soft white glow bloomed at the tips of their tails and settled into my palms, warm to the touch. In the blink of an eye, the contract was complete.

Before I could even process what had happened, they were already following me into the apartment.

The white-eared incubus sat obediently on the couch, gazing at me with gentle brows and eyes full of quiet warmth. His expressive eyes always seemed to carry tiny points of starlight and laughter.

As for the other one…

He was a black-eared incubus with wheat-colored skin and a head of wild, unruly curls. His features were sharp and well-defined, thick brows framing large eyes as dark as night. His gaze was keen and piercing, like a hawk's—faintly wild and difficult to tame.

From the moment he entered, the dark-skinned incubus hadn't stopped moving. He prowled through the apartment, scanning everything like he was inspecting his territory.

Only then did it dawn on me to contact the shop online.

Me: [Are you there?]

Customer Service: [Our system shows the item has been signed for. Is there a problem?]

I explained that two incubi had been delivered.

Customer Service: [Congratulations! You've unlocked the hidden variant.]

I was speechless.

Customer Service: [This model is a bit special. Buy one, get one free!]

There was really such a good deal?

Paying for one and getting two? And at such a steep discount?

I pressed my lips together and glanced at the white-eared incubus, who was quietly playing on his phone, then at the dark-skinned incubus, who was still sniffing around my apartment.

Me: [Can I return one of them?]

I had a feeling I couldn't handle the dark-skinned one.

Me: [I can't afford to raise two.]

Customer Service: [Incubi don't require feeding like dogs. All of our incubi are specially trained and fully capable of living independently. As long as they're fed properly, they'll help ease your worries and share your burdens in daily life.]

Customer Service: [Our system shows that two incubi have already been signed for, and the complimentary items have been delivered. We do not support returns.]

No matter what I said, the shop refused to take one back. I gave up.

Besides, I'd paid the price of one and gotten two. No matter how I looked at it, I wasn't losing out.

I kept telling myself I'd scored a bargain—over and over—until I adjusted my mindset. Then I looked back at them again.

Not sure what to call them, I instinctively clicked my tongue, the way you'd call a pet.

The one with white ears immediately set his phone aside and answered politely, "Master, my name is Eli."

The dark-skinned one ambled over at his own pace, clearly irritable. "What?"

Eli, ever gentle and considerate, explained for me, "Master, this is Morgan."

Eli and Morgan—names that suited them perfectly. One light, one dark. Even their personalities were complete opposites.

I nodded and introduced myself. "I'm Yvonne. This will be your home from now on."

The shop had mentioned a complimentary gift, so I asked, "What's the freebie?"

"You'll see!"

At that, Morgan scoffed and turned his head away, sulking.

Tch. Such a bad attitude.

I glanced back at Eli. Always cooperative, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the gift—the leash and collar I'd mentioned to the shop earlier.

Under my watchful gaze, Eli calmly fastened the slim white collar around his own neck. Then he handed me the other end of the leash. "Master."

His white ears twitched faintly, and the heart-shaped tip of his tail swayed hypnotically behind him. Truly… an incubus capable of ensnaring anyone.

I swallowed and gave the leash a tentative tug. "Want to go for a walk?"

"That's fine. I'll follow whatever Master wishes," Eli replied softly.

Morgan scoffed. "I don't want the collar—"

Five minutes later, I was holding a leash in each hand—white for Eli, pink for Morgan.

The pink against his sun-bronzed skin was oddly striking.

Morgan looked both humiliated and furious, grinding his teeth. Even though he'd willingly put the collar on himself, he acted as if the universe had gravely wronged him.

What a temper. Morgan was definitely going to need some serious training.

Taking two six-foot-plus incubi outside on leashes would've been… extremely eye-catching. "Let's just stay inside," I said. I had no desire to see myself splashed across tomorrow's gossip feeds.

After half an hour of indoor "walking," I finally loosened the leashes.

Eli looked puzzled, the tip of his tail curling around my leg. "Master, is it already over?"

Already?

I patted his head. "We'll play tomorrow. First, let's eat."

Eat well—and then warm my bed, I thought.

Eli's tea-colored eyes darkened slightly, though I couldn't quite read the emotion there. I turned toward the kitchen instead.

As I pulled ingredients from the fridge, it hit me—I wasn't alone anymore. Two freshly acquired, very large incubi were now living in my apartment.

I went to ask about their food preferences, only to find Eli had already taken off his shirt. His pale skin revealed lean, beautifully defined muscles.

I'd assumed his gentle personality meant a soft, delicate build. Apparently not.

Worse—he was urging Morgan to take his shirt off too.

Morgan stiffened, the curls in his hair bristling. "No way! I'm not performing for anyone! Taking your shirt off? Even dogs don't do that!"

I froze. "What… exactly are you two doing?"

At the sound of my voice, Morgan's defiance instantly faltered, though his tail snapped straight up behind him.

With a reluctant rip of fabric, he finally yanked his shirt off, voice tight with resentment. "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

Unlike Eli, Morgan's build was obvious even through clothing. Shirtless, his sculpted, bronze-toned body radiated raw, masculine power—every muscle sharp and solid.

Raw power… for what, exactly?

I was completely lost.

Eli asked softly, his voice melodic, "Master… aren't you going to feed us?"

"Oh. Right," I said. "Do you prefer tomato-and-egg scramble, or egg scramble with tomatoes?"